She felt her heart smash into a millions pieces. Today was going from bad to worse. First class of the day was maths. She hated maths, not only did the teacher pick on her but she was hopeless at it and to top it off Andrew who sat behind her kept poking her with his ruler until she turned around and snatched the ruler from him, then the teacher sent her out for taking it! After break was art. She loved art and she spent a whole 3 lessons making a pot only to have the teacher smash it after she took it out of the kiln, so she had to re-do it. She then had biology and lets just say she got an E: self explanatory I think. After spending a lunch time in detention from her maths teacher, she realised she forgot her gym kit. She spent that lesson in the library trying to get her grades up in biology and maths. Once the bell rang she went to her locker to get her gym bag when she heard the girls talking. They were her friends, the people she thought she could count on but here they were slagging her off. She grabbed her bag and begun to walk home the long way to try and clear her head. As she was walking by an alley way she saw Cornelia with Caleb, snogging her like mad. Her heart felt as if it was going to jump out of her throat. She broke into a run and got home. She found the note. She opened the oven to find a lumpy casserole. That was the final straw. No one loved her, no one was there for her, no one wanted her there. So she took off, then….
……she woke up. A dream, a silly dream. This dream often plagued her. She sat up and ran a hand through her long crimson hair and swung her legs out of her bed. She pulled on a long black silk dressing gown over her small black silky nightie. She walked down the stone staircases to the main hall. Her feet slapping gently against the cold grey stone. The main hall was lit by the full moon that shone brightly through the stained glass windows, casting the most beautiful patterns on the floor. She silently opened the dungeon door, the heart around her neck glowing a soft dull pink. She glided quietly and gracefully down to Caleb. He was sound asleep. He could sleep through anything. She sighed and sat on Cornelia's head.
"Remember the day I came here. I was so rude to you in the street. But you deserved that. You deserved that and more." she whispered to the silent still Caleb. She took her slender fingers and pushed back some of his hair. He looked sweet.
"I saw you. With her. And I can well and truly say it hurt. It caused me so much pain it was unbelievable. My throat went tight….and I felt as if I was drowning…I couldn't breathe…but….for some….reason I could run!" she was shaking now and tears began to work their course down her cheeks.
"So that's what I did! I ran!" she sighed. She turned and began to flutter back up to bed unaware that Caleb's eyes opened and that he heard it all.
Ayane crept around the kitchens. She grabbed some bread and scoffed it. She heard the clack of the door opening so she quickly darted underneath the table. She saw the feet of a woman and the ends of a black robe. She heard the gentle sound of sobbing and felt pity for the woman. After 5-10 minutes the lady left leaving her alone in the kitchens again. She came out from underneath the table and went to the door slowly lifting the catch so she could open it in silence. As she opened the door slightly she peeked through the slit. She saw the swishing of red hair and the flailing of a black robe disappearing behind a door. She slowly opened the door enough so that she could slip through and shut it again quietly. She snuck up the stairs to the door. She opened it slightly to see another stone staircase spiral up. She tip-toed up the stairs to find another door. She opened it slightly and it creaked.
"Whose there?" she heard a woman shout, and the sound of foots steps on stone. She quickly climbed through one of the slit windows and jumped across onto the balcony outside the room with the woman in. She heard the door click shut and she ran to look through the French doors. After waiting about an hour or so, just in case, she opened one of the doors to the room. It was fairly simple. A desk, vanity table, wardrobe and a bed with drapes, she crept in and walked over to her desk, nothing on it apart from ink, quills and other stationary. Next she went to the vanity and checked every drawer, nothing but perfume, toiletries and underwear. She sighed and was a bout to leave when in the corner of her eye she saw something sparkle. She walked over and picked the book up. It was a type of diary, with sliver edged paper. She grabbed the book and slipped back out of the balcony. She stood on a ledge and hopped back over to the slit window and climbed back through. She ran all the way back down to the kitchen and went into the pantry and slid back down her tunnel.
The next morning Will awoke. She took a shower and dressed in her usual attire.
"Hmmm, suppose I should let Caleb free today. He's not of any use any more." she uttered to herself. She stared to look around her room for her diary type book. She stood there and closed her eyes and thought back. The last place she remembered where she put it was on her bed, then it would have been knocked off in her sleep. Why wasn't it on the floor. With that she grabbed the nearest thing to her and hurled it across the room. It so happened to be a bottle of her favourite unique perfume. With that she stormed down the stairs to go to the dungeons.
Sorry it's short but that is where I wanted to end things, ready for the next chapter which I have vaguley started so it shouldn't be too long!